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independent, selective, & private VAMPIRE OC with original lore. established 1/22. loved by puck.
CARRD. | MEMES.
IT’S A SECRET TUCKED INSIDE MY CHEST, WITH THIS HEART OF MINE THAT’S GUILTY NOT REMORSEFUL.
THERE IS LOVE THAT DOESN’T HAVE A PLACE TO REST BUT IT WOULD HAVE BURIED YOU IF IT HAD SETTLED ON YOUR SHOULDERS. ©
revoltraised:
THE QUIET SOUND OF ‘ THE END OF THE WORLD ‘ BY SKEETER DAVIS fills their silence as shelby lifts her sights onto him, thinking long about this. after a while she’d nod her head and use her left hand to push herself off the medical bed; neglecting to remember that her left foot was just a tad injured as well. she winced, glared at the limb and rolled her eyes.
carrington wouldn’t mind one peek, would he? even if he did, shelby sure didn’t give a shit what he thought was best. she respected the doctor but sometimes he can be ― so damn irritating.
limping and hopping from one leg to the other as she walked with maxwell, shelby finally decides to lift her tough shit act and just lean on the man for support. but that doesn’t stop her from turning her head around mid way there; taking a wistful look at her pompadour wearing companion.
deacon was acting off, more than usual. it worried her when she knew why. but charmer knew how to handle herself, handle the institute; shelby wasn’t going to worry…much. honestly, shelby wanted to speak to him but her voice was still recovering from her screaming ― yelling, and the explosion; it was surprising she was even able to get as many words out to max as she did.
from here though, she’d have to remain silent.
stepping out of the church, and toward the waterfront; shelby took great vengeful pleasure in seeing the smoke from where they were currently, her expression remained emotionless though. resting at a neutral state. she took max’s hand, encouraging him to keep it palm up and started tapping it with a single finger. morse code was important in their line of work, so she hoped he knew it.
“ DO YOU THINK THERE WILL BE RETALIATION ? ” shelby signed, sarcastic as ever. not taking her eyes off the ruined blimp; a snort and then a coughing fit ― and finally a wheeze leaving her airway. even laughing at her own pettiness was pushing it, she guessed.
he follows her gaze to where deacon sits against against one of the old stone walls, one knee tucked against his chest. max nods in his direction & the other agent returns the gesture. supporting shelby with his arm, max leads her out of hq.
the sun is just beginning to dip beneath the ruined skyline as they approach the river; on the horizon, smoke billows from the wreckage that, even now, illuminates the shoreline. he glances at shelby when she takes his hand, obediently opening his palm so she can tap out her message, and exhales in amusement at her laugh.
‘ you never know. they could come back as vengeful spirits. ’ his free hand darts out to poke at her side, a quick tickle of her ribs and a wide, warm grin. ‘ if they even knew what hit them. tom says deacon and charmer put on uniforms and were in and out before the brotherhood suspected a thing. ’ if he’d heard it from deacon, max would never have believed it. but for all of tom’s eccentricities and paranoia, he’s not one to embellish the truth.
‘ i would say that i hope our final assault goes that well, but my hopes aren’t that high. ’ and honestly, he carries just enough anger at the institute that he wouldn’t mind a bit of a fight. blanchet may be dead, but she wasn’t even the worst that the institute has to offer. it’s a pristine prison full of monsters, and nothing they offer makes it any less worthy of destruction.
tewwor:
The details that drip forth are caught snugly in an awaiting net. Behind the coal of dark eyes, they make use of quick wit and casual conversation. “And such is life. Always with a sword aimed for the back, ready to strike when least expected.” A hand straightens to make a cleaving motion, punctuated neatly with a dull tap against wood.
“That’s awful tragic, though. And messy.”
a sword to the back, or a stake to the heart, he thinks silently. ‘ very messy. ’ blood on his hands, blood on the sheets, eugenie dead before she even knew she’d been struck. he’d killed before that, but never so personally, and he hasn’t since. ‘ she was a nasty piece of work. nobody can agree on why it ended the way it did, but... ’ he shrugs.
‘ theoretically, if you were preparing to burglarize the place... any particular item you’d be after? ’
ghost max looking @ teens who can see the dead: is anyone going to father these teens or--
im in class still but lyric starter call??
max in c2 from this art meme
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS, midnight tales and dangerous magic. ( 2017 ) by leigh bardugo.
sentences taken from or inspired by the collection’s dialogue & narration.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
i. AYAMA AND THE THORN WOOD.
‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’
‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ’
‘ we should leave this place. ’
‘ no doubt it will come and devour us all. ’
‘ the beast will laugh you right out of the wild lands. ’
‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ’
‘ is the wood much worse than a garden overgrown with pricklers ? ’
‘ stupid girl ! do you wish to become a monster ? ’
‘ strike me. cleave me in two. ’
‘ you’re as thorny as the wood. ’
‘ there is but one rule in my wood. speak truth. ’
‘ perhaps you might show mercy freely. ’
‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’
‘ what nonsense ! of course that’s not how the story ends. ’
‘ some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. ’
‘ what do i care for winter ? no season touches this wood. ’
‘ you know the only bargain i will make. ’
‘ sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and those that are meant to love us most are not always the ones that do. ’
‘ bad fates do not always follow those that deserve them. ’
‘ no prince is worth your life. ’
‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’
‘ they have told me to return with your heart. ’
‘ you think to love a monster ? ’
‘ a man like you is owed no words. ’
ii. THE TOO CLEVER FOX.
‘ you are doomed to a miserable life. ’
‘ better to be hungry now than to be sorry later. ’
‘ what will everyone say when they see such a face ? ’
‘ we have not gone so soft as that. ’
‘ you think that we will let you live on foolish promises ? ’
‘ you have bested me. that much is clear. ’
‘ will you not free me ? ’
‘ you will have a fine time of it, i can tell you. ’
‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’
‘ if you will only cease your talking, i will gladly go. ’
‘ where he went, he bled the woods dry. ’
‘ what’s a bit more blood ? ’
‘ you should leave this place. you are not safe here. ’
‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
‘ will you not tell me what troubles you ? ’
‘ why do you stay with him ? you’re pretty enough to catch a husband. ’
‘ just because you escape one trap, doesn’t mean you will escape the next. ’
‘ first i must find my courage. ’
‘ few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying. ’
‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’
‘ in the wood, even songbirds must be survivors. ’
iii. THE WITCH OF DUVA.
‘ there was a time when the wood ate girls. ’
‘ be back before dark. the trees are hungry tonight. ’
‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’
‘ this is my home, you can’t just send me away. ’
‘ don’t be foolish. there’s plenty of light. ’
‘ well then, come help me stir the pot. ’
‘ i will warn you just this once. go. ’
‘ you cannot come and go from this place like you’re fetching water from a well. ’
‘ hope made me stubborn. ’
‘ stay there and keep quiet. i don’t need rumors that i’ve been taking girls. ’
‘ i will not have you bring a monster to my door. ’
‘ you know that you are welcome to remain here with me. ’
‘ i will follow her. i will peck out her eyes. ’
‘ believe me. say you believe me. ’
‘ dark things have a way of slipping through narrow spaces. ’
iv. LITTLE KNIFE.
‘ it is dangerous to travel the northern road with a troubled heart. ’
‘ if you are lost in your own thoughts, you may find yourself stepping off the path and into the dark woods. ’
‘ she was beautiful from the moment of her birth. ’
‘ why must i be the one to hide ? ’
‘ do you think i am so foolish or so cruel ? ’
‘ water only wants direction. it wants to be told what to do. ’
‘ always you have done my bidding, but what good are you to me now ? ’
‘ soon i will be very rich, but will i have a good man ? ’
‘ that is a question for the river. ’
‘ your tongue is not fit for my true name. ’
‘ will you come with me, and be bride to nothing but the shore ? ’
‘ she was terrifying in her beauty, bright like a devouring star. ’
‘ remember that to use a thing is not to own it. ’
‘ should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. ’
v. THE SOLDIER PRINCE.
‘ this is the problem with even lesser demons. they come to your door in velvet coats and polished shoes. ’
‘ you will find great love and more gold than you could wish for. ’
‘ he’s a charming fellow, but most unusual, and peculiarities seem to follow him. ’
’ it seemed harmless at the time. ’
‘ he needed a girl, still malleable, one that he could make admire him. ’
‘ this is pleasant. this is enough. ’
‘ are you my soldier ? are you my prince ? ’
‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’
‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night. ’
‘ i am perfectly real. ’
‘ she loves you, though, and that will make it harder. ’
‘ best not to ask. i think the answer would please no one. ’
‘ we can stay forever in the land of dreams. ’
‘ kiss me. take me from this place. ’
‘ i sent you to die a hundred times. ’
‘ i eat the wonder in their eyes. ’
‘ you were an idea in my head. you were nothing, and to nothing you will return when i think of you no more. ’
‘ you wanted only that i might live. you would sacrifice your own life to make it so. ’
‘ are you my darling ? are you mine ? ’
vi. WHEN WATER SANG FIRE.
‘ you wish to strike a bargain. ’
‘ make me someone new. ’
‘ this is the problem with making a thing forbidden. it does nothing but build an ache in the heart. ’
‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’
‘ i can smell your ambition like blood in the water.’
‘ i know that you should keep it like a secret, not shout it like a curse. ’
‘ yes. i can imagine it all. ’
‘ you are worth more than that. you should not have to earn him. ’
‘ hope rises like water trapped beneath a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood. ’
‘ there is no pain like the pain of transformation. ’
‘ take your pleasures as you will. ’
‘ come, and i’ll tell you all you wish to know. ’
‘ he made me dream of things i cannot have. ’
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
‘ look into the mirror, and try to deny it. ’
‘ you have never been like the others, and you never will be. ’
‘ we were not made to please princes. ’
‘ i am not quite mortal either, and i have many lives to live. ’
‘ i wouldn’t care if you were part human or part frog. ’
‘ my voice is not enough. ’
‘ you know i was never strong. ’
MAXWELL HENRY FINCH.
anyway. time to rewatch oceans 12
danny’s black turtleneck/peacoat look in the beginning of this movie is a Peak Max Outfit
tewwor:
Idle taps against polished wood pause for a beat. “What gives you that impression?” Smooth, a touch indifferent, Alya barely has it in them to annunciate properly. “Unless you’re talking about the chance to roll one— then in that case, very much so.” And there, just at the corner of their lips is the start to a smile.
“What’s up with the owner, though? Something bad happened in there?”
‘ call it an instinct. ’ and experience, though he doesn’t add that. eugenie’s circle had been half-socialites and half criminals, with a large overlap. that plus his years as a prosecuter—well, he’s got an eye for these things. max takes a sip of his own coffee and sits down across from them without asking.
‘ bad relationship gone worse, if you can believe the rumors. ’ another sip. ‘ she died, and he doesn’t like the reminder. ’
anyway. time to rewatch oceans 12
revoltraised:
“ …NO I HAVEN’T. ”
shelby responds, sorrowful, taking her time in making triple sure what was left of her right arm was generously disinfected and bandaged; still feeling the sting of several stims going into her bloodstream to try and stop her from bleeding out. even if it wasn’t fully there anymore, she could still feel it.
phantom pain, they called it, and while it should shock her that she was already experiencing it; it didn’t. the poor synth was absolutely destroyed, numb even.
slow blinks and heavy sighs aside, she swings her legs over the side of the medical bed and sat up instantly feeling herself get light headed and sick to her stomach; if not from the fact she just quite literally pushed her own body to it’s limit in one action, then from the full realization of what happened hitting her all over again.
she shook it off, wishing to not think of it any further. “ got what they had coming to them, though. the brotherhood knew what they were doing when they even graced the idea of an attack. ” shelby didn’t even bother to meet the other’s eyes when she continued,
“ they knew it was a declaration of war; just didn’t expect us to fight back. ” she told him, flicking what little rubble was on her overalls, “ that was their last mistake, i guess. ”
it seemed the girl was nowhere near remorseful as well, all she felt was anger and spite toward the brotherhood, if not more than how she felt toward the institute. even so, ticon was still blown to bits.
― and brooke was no where to be found.
a tear or two fell at that reminder, instinctively shelby raised her injured arm ― the most dominant nonexistent hand before taking notice of her mistake and slamming her other fist on the bed, irritated.
he reaches over and brushes hair out her face, his touch tender. even with the prydwen down, the hq agents have been running themselves ragged trying to keep watch & prepare for their final assault on the institute. charmer and deacon had returned to the church, reported the success of red glare to desdemona—unnecessary, given the visibility of the outcome—and then charmer had turned around and immediately left. back into the lion’s den.
ticon gone, hq compromised... the railroad was in a sad state. it was going to take a lot of time to rebuild, once everything was said and done.
maxwell sees the tears, the outburst of anger, and wipes the offending liquid away with one calloused thumb, though he says nothing about it. he won’t make her talk. instead...
' would you like to see? ' he jerks his head towards the stairs to the catacombs. ‘ carrington’s asleep, he won’t know we’re ignoring his orders to rest. and you deserve the catharsis of it. they definitely made a statement; deacon didn’t give charmer deliverer for nothing. ’ tommy whispers had been a good kid, and max is glad to know that the silent-but-deadly hand-cannon has found new life.
mostly, he just can’t bear to see shelby—as close to a daughter as he’s ever had, closer than the ghosts that dr. blanchet put in his head—in pain, and do nothing about it. watching makes him antsy; it’s why he’s a runner. so he offers her his arm with a winning smile, like some old world movie star. ‘ well? shall we? ’
SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE.
rationality. you like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. this can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.
authority. you are good at making decisions; you have a clear sense of what needs to be done and what others should be doing. played out inside yourself, this tendency drives you to value willpower and self-control. you may be accused of bossiness. but acting on your desire to dissuade, restrain or guide is often appreciated by others—who might secretly like a clear direction, and some firmness.
orderliness. you love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. so others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. and you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. but your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.
resilience. you have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards re-striving. what attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action—overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. but at heart, your insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.
there's such a lack of clooney gifs :( what am i supposed to do, learn to gif myself???
@revoltraised said: ’ death kicked me and i kicked it back. ’
MAX HAD HOPED THAT THE RAILROAD would never suffer a tragedy like the fall of the switchboard—hopes that were dashed when charmer appeared in a flash of blue light to announce that the brotherhood was about to descend on the church. fewer losses this time, thanks to their woman on the inside, but that doesn’t make the deaths sting any less.
and it doesn’t ease the pain of seeing shelby injured, either.
he smiles reflexively at her comment, though he doesn’t look up from changing his own bandage. he got off easier than her by a mile—a few grazes, nothing that a stimpak couldn’t fix, but they don’t have any stims to spare, so he has to care for his wounds the old-fashioned way. ‘ good to see that your wit is intact, ’ he says, tying off the bandage and finally looking at her. ‘ have you taken a look at the flaming wreckage of the brotherhood yet? your partners did a number on that airship. ’
maxwell thinks he should feel some amount of guilt—there must have been innocents in the brotherhood, people who could have changed if given the chance, and he should regret their deaths—but instead, when he’d gone up and gazed out over the water all he’d felt was vindictive pleasure. the same pleasure, he realizes, that he’d felt when he’d put that energy blast through eugenie blanchet’s head.
LITTLE IS KNOWN OF HIM EXCEPT HIS DEATH (ACCEPTING)
@hitundo said: ’ little is known of him except his death. ’
ONE HAND RESTS AGAINST his face, the other pressed flat against the table as he looks over the documents strewn between them. ‘ it really is a doozy, isn’t it? ’ max was never a detective, but he learned to put the pieces together well enough as a lawyer. if this were the old days, he’d bet on mob involvement. he might still, as a last resort.
a photo of the deceased catches his eye, and he lifts it carefully for a closer look. a good-enough looking guy, smiling easily at the camera— ‘ you know, i think i have seen him before. ’ he’s not exactly a social butterfly, but eugenie was, and he keeps in touch with her associates; mostly to keep an eye on them, but all the same. ‘ not much of a cold case, i’m afraid: your man’s not dead. well... depending on your definition of dead. ’ he sets the photo down, taps it with one large finger, and wonders if he, too, is considered a cold case. the strange disappearance of maxwell finch. ‘ he lives—or at least he lived—on the upper east side with... i think it was alexander nicholls. or maybe francis laurent. ’ it’d been the early seventies, a rocky patch with eugenie; he hadn’t cared much about society then, sullen and frustrated. ‘ i could never remember his name, though. ’
LITTLE IS KNOWN OF HIM EXCEPT HIS DEATH (ACCEPTING)